|The Holy Grail of Summer Refreshment|
It took some doing, as there was no available parking at the beach; but David and Brian and I jumped out of the van and ran to the Del's truck while Larry circled around and around, trying to look inconspicuous despite the camping trailer and 6 bicycles he had in tow. "6 mediums and hurry!" I barked at the hapless college student manning the truck, who - to judge from the startled look on his face - probably wasn't used to waiting on someone suffering a 10-year-long Del's deprivation.
Don't worry, I tipped him.
We located Larry (not too hard, as he was pretty much making a spectacle of himself) and jumped back into the van, each of us juggling 2 lemonades and some straws and napkins and looking for all the world like a bunch of addicts who had just pulled off an illicit drug deal. Larry drove off with us all taking hits of the lemony frozen goodness through our straws, ooh-ing and aah-ing over the deliciousness of it all.
Happiness, folks - frozen happiness. It's that simple.